Play and losing that sense of fear was Ant's formic acid.
Recently, I've started living in earphones while doing my assignments, emails and this blog.
I wanted to find some of the most visually note-worthy (or blog-worthy) elements of the museum.
In a culture that may share too much at times, these guys keep it light and make content that people watch with their kids over breakfast.
"I want to get a monkey off my back," he said. The monkey in question is the one that asks him whether or not there's a book there.
As someone who is knee-shakingly cautious of heights, my travels have also lead to a few moments that have tested my capacity for being nearer the clouds.
They still have so much in common, including their PhD-level knowledge of each other.
I am keen to stick my freckled face behind the screen again and see words surface from beneath the pixelated paper.
I asked them a few questions and then broke out of my comfort zone and took some pictures (I've never been a connoisseur of the camera). But it's been the most unexpectedly fun and joyful task.
Untranslated and unexplained, just like his poetry, because as Nathan said, "You can't translate and reveal at the same time."
Atop a table, with notepad and ugg-clad feet, I did the journalism.
“We let the audience be themselves,” said Rebecca, “and I had to resist getting tricks out of them”. Rebecca also hoped for the audience to experience the show instinctively through “sitting in stunned silence or laughing with discomfort or genuine hilarity”.
We experimented with sounds like the crunch of bones, the metalic sounds of a concave egg, the knock of beak on shell, the flex of unused wing.
"You’ve got to look for little things that connect you. Use an archive of your own experiences to inform a story."
The little silver box lay dormant. It's static quite static and no microcosm leapt from its concave surface.
The Zombie culture is everywhere and it's not making me happy.
That, in essence, is what lies at the very base of writing. Beyond the courage, caution, vision, precision, truth, kindness and sometimes the pink-faced grappling…To truly believe the words on your page.
It is still an odd thing to go into an area just because it is disadvantaged when you would not necessarily do the same thing with a wealthy suburb.
They will very likely ask if it is real. The answer, "Yup. This is bonafide red straight from my grandad".
Here's something normal, going on a taxi. I'm not referring to a cab with the driver's number on it. I'm talking about a classic combi - a plain white one that stops on the corner and you hop in. As a white South African, taking a taxi has become something of a taboo. This doesn't mean … Continue reading Just take a taxi
It’s the idea that having longer hair makes you more feminine and pretty but that is just someone’s standards.
Apartheid and its ramifications has followed us into our twenties, democracy and mine.
You shriek at the sound of other's misusing you but you did it first.
As a woman, being under scrutiny and receiving inappropriate treatment is no rarity but I was shocked.
I have been affected by these stories and the great, understated things they have to share.